Friday, December 20, 2013

Innocence was non-existent.

I am an only child of parents who were mentally ill and my father was a pedophile.  My earliest memories were of abuse.  I vividly remember being touched inappropriately under a quilt by my biological father sometime during my second year of life.  Even at that young age, I instinctively could feel something was very wrong.  

Innocence was non-existent.  There was never a time when I did not know the intimate details of my parents sex-life. Separately and unbeknownst to each other, both of them confided their secrets to me, always blaming each other for their individual indiscretions. Escape was impossible. 

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